Roses are red, Picasso liked blue . . .
You didn’t want chocolate, so I bought you a brew.
We haven’t “celebrated” Valentine’s Day in years. We used to go out to dinner, fight the crowds, dance like we meant it, and do all the things that society expects from couples in love, and then we had kids.
It didn’t take long for us to realize that we would much rather spend Valentine’s Day with a good book or an overflowing DVR than a restaurant full of romantics hoping that appetizers are the gateway to foreplay (they are). That isn’t to imply the thrill is gone, just that it has shifted a bit, mostly to the couch (or to the backyard, it’s warm here in February).
This year will be no different. We are actually looking forward to it. We will probably hang with the kids, watch a family film, play some board games, have a tasty dinner, take a walk, and then they’ll go to bed—that’s when the magic happens. This year we’ll be toasting our relationship with a growler of Big Cat Brew from Coachella Valley Brewing Company, and whatever chips are on sale at Fresh & Easy, because that’s what love is really about—anyone can buy roses, chocolates, and greeting cards, but it takes a special kind of Romeo to tip a glass or two of fresh ale with his sweetheart. And vice versa.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Disclosure: I was compensated for this post. All opinions are my own. The beer was really good.
